Molly and Bill sat in the back room of the pawn shop, hatching their next scheme over cold slices of pizza. "Alright, hear me out on this," Bill said with a grin. "We're gonna rob a kid's birthday party." Molly took a big bite, cheese stretched between her fingers. "You lost your damn mind? Children? Really?" "Nah, it's brilliant!" Bill leaned forward. "Parents drop stacks on those things. Bentleys for Barbie, VR sets, you name it. High-dollar heat, all in one place. Just need to nab the swag when their backs are turned." "Bill, that's straight diabolical," Molly said with a laugh. "Tiny tots don't deserve to get fleeced on their special day." "They won't even notice. Think 'Ocean's Eleven', but with a bounce house and cake." Molly considered it, wiping grease on her napkin. "Alright, lay out the play, Ebenezer." "Key is timing and distraction. Party starts around 2, we show up, say we're with the clown, yeah?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Boom, in the door. Scope it out like an hour, let the sugar rush take hold. Kids are hopped up on Red Bull and cake by then, in a frenzy. Parents are liquored up and schmoozing. Perfect storm." "So then?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We strike! Grab all the loot, pile it in the van, and peace out. Rain parade in five minutes flat. Easy as smash and grab." Molly shook her head. "Gotta be cleaner than that. Can't rough up a bunch of rug rats. I like the plan but we need to finesse this, ya dig?" Bill looked pensive. "So what's your angle, Rain Man?" "I say we 'accidentally' drop a brand new Switch XL. Get one of the little ones to hand it over to mom real polite like, 'Our kind sir left this for the birthday girl' and whatnot. Distraction taken care of." "Then we sneak out with the rest of the presents and blame it on the other parents. 'Oh, you thought THEY were us'? Versus versa. Passed out drunk on the couch, pants around their ankles. Brilliant!" Molly had to stifle a laugh. "Bill, you're gonna get us caught. We just act like concerned adults who will 'watch the gifts' then do a walkabout to the van. Nice and tidy." Bill looked impressed. "The Molly I married is back, baby! Alright, let's do this for the glory of thievery. Operation Precious Little Lambs, wheels up at 1:59 sharp!" Molly groaned and drained the last slice. "I married you?"